Chapter 72

A sudden knock echoed through the room.

"Mr. Sullivan, the clothes you requested have arrived."

The secretary's sweet voice came from outside the door.

Liam Sullivan took a deep breath, tightening the duvet around Vivian Bennett.

He walked to the door of the restroom and opened it a crack.

Two paper bags were handed through.

He turned and placed the bags beside the bed.

"Get dressed."

His voice was low and commanding.

He moved toward the wardrobe and retrieved a clean dress shirt.

His slender fingers slowly fastened the buttons.

Vivian stared blankly at his movements.

She only snapped out of it when he finished with his shirt and reached for the towel at his waist.

"Still watching?"

He glanced up at her, his gaze intense.

Vivian didn't process his words at first.

By the time she realized what he was doing, the towel had already dropped.

He stood before her completely exposed.

Vivian's face flushed instantly. She hurriedly covered her eyes.

"It's not like you haven't seen it before," he said with a wicked smirk.

"I have not!" she retorted, flustered and embarrassed.

Liam chuckled softly, clearly pleased by her reaction.

He turned and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Vivian finally let out a sigh of relief.

She quickly threw off the duvet and scrambled into the clothes.

Not daring to stay a moment longer, she pulled the door open and rushed out.

Just outside the restroom, she found Liam seated behind his desk.

A cigarette rested between his fingers, his handsome features partially veiled by the smoke.

Hearing her movement, he lifted his eyes to look at her.

His gaze was deep and unreadable.

Vivian wore the professional suit he had sent for.

The well-tailored clothing accentuated her slender figure.

Liam's eyes darkened.

He remembered clearly how she had blossomed beneath him in the car that night.

Vivian felt intensely uncomfortable under his stare.

She quickened her pace, eager to escape.

"Come here and eat breakfast," he ordered.

"I'm not hungry."

Liam stubbed out his cigarette and stood up.

His tall, imposing figure approached with a palpable pressure.

Vivian's pupils contracted, recalling the fear of being pinned to the bed earlier.

She turned and bolted for the door.

In her haste, her forehead struck the doorframe hard.

She gasped in pain.

Before she could recover, a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her waist.